tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147266582024-03-07T03:00:53.429-06:00Tim and Jim's Awesome BlogA self-congratulating, back-patting, narcissistic, creative? writing experiment... Thanks for stopping by, constructive comments appreciated. All posted writing is a work in progress and may be updated at any time.Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.comBlogger543125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-46147460162940684772020-12-24T20:05:00.001-06:002021-01-08T17:10:56.906-06:00The Disaster ClubWelcome to The Disaster Club You're only allowed if you know disaster And you will (all of our members know it well) Our club song is on any radio station There are so many disaster songs Come some placid Tuesday in the very early Morning hours, or we can find you at that timeOur membership card is saturated hate & Broken and disjointed love & pitch timchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09292479943529885102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-90879841573720727992018-02-08T14:22:00.002-06:002018-12-01T21:17:16.886-06:00AGTC
For sea & sun & sin & son
The spirals are chiral, by design
As nitrogen fell from blue sky
And crashed into watered waves
Cheers for years, fears will churn
Bases formed, the code
Was from blue sky
Sent to the ocean's commotion
Not there
Versus absent ocean air
Sea forgets the slights
Adds it to its might
And sea has much to say
It's the moon & atmosphere
That may crash so feartimchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09292479943529885102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-40026735916680648402017-08-05T14:14:00.001-05:002018-02-20T22:50:15.844-06:00Pictures of Life (and Death)
As you dually lay there
The stomach and diaphragm meekly dropping down
As the last breaths meander out
These are the last seconds of life
Memories, Prism-pictures and the
Blending and blinding of the light
Crashing, combining and crashing
Across neuronal synaptic clefts
The Flicking and fleeting
What will be the last picture you see?
Your benevolent son running in the rain...
timchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09292479943529885102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-4238096887606420662017-07-09T19:26:00.000-05:002018-03-06T21:13:33.148-06:00Mysterious Sea
Getting up and going out,
Taking-off and landing, on down
Curvy interstate wanderings with
Accompanying interstitial slights -
Hiding your Inner-space while
Yearning for outer-space
Divvying up and coming together
To just see it all - blown apart
You take me from mine, and I'll take you from yours
To inevitable places, between those spaces - for
More is known of Mars, than the deepest oceantimchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09292479943529885102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-35524604645079205322017-07-09T12:46:00.000-05:002018-02-20T22:51:39.453-06:00Around A Bit
Somewhere on the world you spin
Footprints left on places you've been
Across ponds, maybe long broken bonds
Exploring lands are maybe futile plans
And whether the weather wherever,
Somewhat knowing such, it never goes as planned
For rain is soaking, but the ground so solid
It goes around and....'round
You've been away for sometime?
But it is the same space
Some ordinary place
Where are you timchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09292479943529885102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-67199546106329266842017-06-25T14:28:00.002-05:002018-02-19T07:04:05.722-06:00YetiYETI
Oh, Betty -
Mountainous highs with
Valley lows
Somewhere you roam
Loch Ness "Nessie" -
In sea -
Are you there to tell us what you want to be...
Is it not, what to believe?
Alien ships meshed with hard-ships
Third-kinds will just have to unwind
These ships,
Only the Triangle so knows
It's unyielding...So take the time.
I just ask,
Is there something else?
Closest DNA relative timchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09292479943529885102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-30013553072908281362014-11-23T23:01:00.000-06:002018-02-19T07:03:17.466-06:00DarkPete took a drink of water and shut the faucet off, while setting his glass down to the left. He took a few steps to the right. He ran his eyes about the room noticing darkness had invaded the proximity. He listened intently and shot a few more furtive glances. Nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary, anyway. But something was off, he thought. Something was just not right in his modest two-bedroom timchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09292479943529885102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-11921449272011795232014-11-07T22:40:00.001-06:002018-02-20T22:51:58.919-06:00My Life in Front of the ScreensMy life in front of the screen
Spaces and splices, scene by scene
Supposed magic and splashes of art
Or small pocket powerhouse galaxies
Explored and watched - also called...
Or from a living room and staring ahead
Staring down, staring straight across
Well we're bored -- it's not a crime
Everyday in front of them most the time
Transfixed yet tranquil
For good or bad, the balance leans -
To our timchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09292479943529885102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-75708570496817860892013-01-16T09:19:00.001-06:002013-01-16T09:21:03.633-06:00Ink Stained Jeans
I am proud to announce a new creative writing website. If you enjoyed the poetry and stories here then please visit www.InkStainedJeans.com
Thank you for reading.Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-78275951978938884382012-12-24T06:00:00.000-06:002012-12-24T06:00:09.605-06:00Swirling
Swirling
By: James Dubeau
Swirling
Twirling
Spinning
Around the drain
That is a dark lament
Reaching out
Grasping
For a handhold
To pull free
Wanting something
Anything
To click
Turning brass gears
Latch into place
And embrace
While taken for a ride
Across the cosmos
Through time and space
Into the great darkness beyond
Where lights of stars
And Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-34986450116539363492012-12-10T12:27:00.000-06:002012-12-10T12:27:00.277-06:00Single-Serving
Single-Serving
By: James Dubeau
Everywhere I go
In my tiny life
Everything must be
Single-serving strife
The coffee
The sugar
Even the cream
And when I do cook
Massive batches are made
Of chili
Stir-fry
Or even pasta
To be divvied up
Into single-serving batches
To be eaten as lunches
Over a week or three
For if I don’t
All the groceries go bad
Siting in Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-62312248699739586942012-11-30T06:00:00.000-06:002012-11-30T06:00:13.589-06:00Dangling
Dangling
By: James Dubeau
Dangling
Just out of reach
Of outstretched arms
My fingertips almost touch
Can almost grasp
Can almost make it mine
But no matter
How I contort my body
My arms cannot stretch any further
It would not be so painful
If I never had the taste
The sweet taste
Upon my lips
Knowing I was almost there
Almost had it
Almost achieved the desireJamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-76758095473280237952012-11-26T13:34:00.000-06:002012-11-26T13:34:24.691-06:00Crossing Paths <!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-36649636825681713652012-11-23T12:53:00.000-06:002012-11-23T12:53:00.587-06:00Our First Laugh
Our First Laugh
By: James Dubeau
As we sit here
On this curb
Sharing our first laugh
We are living moments
The best moments
We’ll ever have
Between you and I
This is as good as it gets
When anything is possible
No annoying habits
No hurt feelings
It’s all downhill from here
Someone will say something
Bitterness will creep in
One of us will be hurt
It’ll all Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-63397646255656818922012-11-21T06:00:00.000-06:002012-11-21T06:00:14.495-06:00So Long Space CowboySo Long Space Cowboy
By: James Dubeau
Single streak of white
Against the endless azure
As it turns to black
And the starry void
Above and beyond
With you was carried
More than just
2800 tons of rocket fuel
There was also
The hopes and dreams
Of every man, woman, and child
As you bounded across
That hunk of cheese
Even today
Children still dream
Of walking withJamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-89293227865935955822012-11-19T06:00:00.000-06:002012-11-19T06:00:08.961-06:00Mid Fall
Mid Fall
By: James Dubeau
Footfall after footfall
Against the trail
Running across the countryside
The sun tried to cling to the sky
But slowly fell behind me
Joining leafless trees
And dead prairie grass
Upon the horizon
It is these autumn days
Same days as last year
And the year before that
Which has me wondering
About my place in this world
As I watch those Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-92122138752930928252012-10-31T17:40:00.000-05:002012-10-31T17:40:33.802-05:00Under a Sanguine Moon
Under a Sanguine Moon
By: James Dubeau
“That’ll be
two fifty.” Lauren said as she grabbed a bottle of beer from behind the bar.
Her short red hair was a stark contrast to the black dress and pinstriped suit
coat. A single strand of pearls clung tight to her neck and added a splash of
coloration to her pale complexion. She patted pockets in search of the bottle
opener.
“I got it,”
Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-27797957866864214432012-09-14T06:00:00.000-05:002012-09-14T06:00:16.360-05:00Unfinished
Unfinished
By: James Dubeau
What is this
What am I doing
Sitting in the coffee shop
Drinking it black
While tapping keys
Idly working on
One project
Than another
Before losing an hour
Or maybe three
Surfing the web
For this and that
Why is there no focus
Why is nothing finished
Where did it all go
When I was not looking
Did my muse run off
Taking my Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-42892666716855713802012-09-12T06:00:00.000-05:002012-09-12T06:00:07.351-05:00Wondering Thoughts
Wondering Thoughts
By: James Dubeau
There are those moves
Which one does make
Late at night
With a belly full of booze
When the internal editor
Is fast asleep at the switch
He could have said
Those choices would result
In nothing but sadness
And changed the course
But he cannot tonight
Not while his snores
Echo though the skull
Reverberating
That dull ache
Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-86398480306089054452012-09-10T06:00:00.000-05:002012-09-10T06:00:05.296-05:00Haggard Paladin
Haggard Paladin
By: James Dubeau
Once upon a time
My sword shined in the sun
Strong and sharp
I stood
Waiting for the dragon
To crest the hill
Ready to be slain
But now I sit
Haggard and old
Rust flaked from my sword
The edge could not cut grass
As the dragon flies
High overhead
Breathing down fire and death
Upon all I hold dear
There is nothing that I Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-25562827681972799902012-09-05T06:00:00.000-05:002012-09-05T06:00:02.244-05:00Farmer Driven
Farmer Driven
By: James Dubeau
Big green John Deere
Rolling along
The country side
Traveling paved roads
Slowing traffic behind
A line of cars
Afraid to pass
On rolling hills
Just outside of town
There was once a time
Where this scene did not happen
Before the advent of blacktop
And combustion engines
Fields were not cut up
Divvied up
By what the taxman Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-4966674279920366932012-09-03T06:00:00.000-05:002012-09-03T06:00:09.139-05:00Dark Past
Dark Past
By: James Dubeau
Why does the dark past
Invoke such nightmares
Upon the soul
And set the mind
Tumbling
Through time and space
Not letting rest
Reach weary eyes
When the night runs long
Mental guards drop
Letting murky ooze
Seep though
Poisoning the mind
Sending it in spirals
Bringing back
Every detail
Every smile
Every laugh
Every thought
Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-1049664841545375642012-08-31T06:00:00.000-05:002012-08-31T06:00:17.088-05:00She Plays<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Jamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-24828695534945839352012-08-29T06:00:00.000-05:002012-08-29T06:00:06.142-05:00Hexed PerseveranceHexed Perseverance
By: James Dubeau
Doused in gasoline
The hard black husk
Was ignited
By a single spark
Completely engulfed in flame
Burning bright
Hot
Fast
Until cracks appeared
And opened wide
Exposing
Glowing orange embers
Raw
Molten
Pulsating
Once alive
Full of vigor
Energy
Life
Reduced to nothing
Licking flames
Turn to powdered gray ashJamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14726658.post-4373469961981125892012-08-27T06:00:00.002-05:002012-08-27T06:00:01.693-05:00Unrequited LoveUnrequited Love
By: James Dubeau
I walk alone
Along a dusty path
Headed toward the horizon
The desert
Then the sea
And the edge of forever
A land I do not know
A future unsure
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t care
My words go unheard
My gestures unseen
Just as the emerging stars
Twinkling above
Cannot comprehend
My screams
Does it even matter?
Anymore?
Did itJamweshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17941317821226471196noreply@blogger.com0